It's lonely at the top

The dusty,lovely rhetoric Of outdoor living Hacking, packing, hoeing, sowing Acknowledge the poignancy Of community The bonds of dirt, and what grows in it What comes of it?

Reverberations

The consequences of invasion.

The Spirit Falls at Dusk

Midnight comes and the sun long dead lies

Snapshots from a Child's West London

Another incredible story from London in the Swinging Sixties, from someone who was there...

Born on the Goldhawk Road

London in the 1960s was a time of incredible change...read about it here from someone who was there...

The Contemplation

Beyond reason and thought...

Pastorale

In the hedgerow fields of absent yellow

While You Are Asleep

While you are asleep Are your dreams of me. My heart skips a beat Thinking they might be.

Faces Pass

Faces pass obscured unrecognized Eyes my eyes gaze down at the sidewalk made of brick patterns tar, gum and reffuse Do i know you? passing faces? You look once and keep on going

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